By Star of David
Date: 2018 Jun 13
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black dog blues

this is not a poem
this is a rant

this is a rant
about the black dog
the black dog that
drags me down
into the mud

this damn dog
has me in a death grip
jaws locked tight
neither of us knows
how to let go

on some days
I can dance
on the surface
of this mud that
must own me

and on some days
I can somehow
stay on top
even when the ground
keeps giving way

on some days, the light,
breaks in
when the fog won't lift
or darkness ease

but most days,
most days,
are suffocating
in this sludge

this damn dog
drags me down